Post by Michael Charles Corner on Apr 20, 2009 20:39:26 GMT 9.5
hey, michael charles corner
what are you fighting for?
what are you fighting for?
help me out said the minnow to the trout
nick names»» mike, mikey, mc
birthdate»» september seventh
age»» fifteen
gender»» male
sexuality»» straight
blood»» pureblood
squib or magical»» magical
canon or original»» canon
member group»» fifth year
view on squibs»» for (more neutral though)
voldemort or harry»» harry
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please, I know that we're different
school»» hogwarts
house»» ravenclaw
patronus»» managing to win a bet with one of his mates, that he could get the most amount of girls to ask him out in the same month. Also getting the highest grades in his Transfiguration class in the same month.
boggart»» rejection, or failure really.
mirror of erised»» to come top of the year in his final year.
amortentia»» ancient books, ink and Honeydukes Peanut Brittle
discovering magic»» michael corner was only two years old when he became fully aware that magic existed. He was always made known that he was most probably a wizard by his mother and father, but it became apparent when he was two years old and had managed to steal his father's treasured wand. The wand would be kept on the mantle place next to the pot of Floo powder and many photo frames. Michael was always scolded for touching it, and so when he saw the opportunity to explore when his parents were asleep, he seized it.
Michael grabbed the wand and started clapping and making all sorts of happy noises attracting the attention of his parents. In the meanwhile he had run into the garden and begun prodding the snails and rocks with the wand, making the rocks enlarge and shrink, some even growing horns. The snails themselves were trying to get away, with shrunken shells, enlarged antennae and even oozing green slime behind. It was after this day of terrorising the locals in his garden that Michael Corner was bought his first child fake wand and fully introduced to magic.
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we're not that different after all
eyes»» eyes are quite small, and brown in colour. very dark and mysterious looking.
body type»» average build, very tall, and lean, but can be confused with looking quite lanky.
distinguishing features»» has very distinguishing eyebrows, they are very dark, and so it aids to his whole good-looking mysterious stranger vibe.
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not your everyday circumstance
- girls
- success
- winning
- transfiguration
- Mr thingyens
- Quidditch
- the Three Broomsticks
- expensive dream brooms
- Ginny Weasley (only cuz in the books, he was going out with her in the fifth year)
- petty betting
- Hogwarts at Christmas
- himself
dislikes»»
- losing
- rejection
- the school library
- Ron Weasley; a little over protective.
- the school owls
- the school broomsticks
- competition
- being outdone
- people dissing anything about him
- halloween
- Slytherin
- defence against the dark arts; its a tad harder than the other subjects
strengths»»
- Intelligent and seems to know a thing or two about general knowledge. Also very good at subjects like transfiguration.
- Quite good at Quidditch and flying in general.
- Spontaneous, likes to act immediately, sometimes without thinking.
- Fun to be friends with, always looking for new and interesting ways to have fun.
- Willing to do anything to seek adventure. Will risk it all to have a bit of adventure in his life.
weaknesses»»
- A really bad loser, and cannot take it when he loses
- Quite arrogant and full of himself, takes personal jibes to heart quite often
- Believes he is better than everyone else, because he is clever and good at Quidditch
- Doesn't really take other's feelings into account, and can leave people (especially girls) heartbroken without knowing.
- Over competitive, and hates competition in any field.
habits and quirks»»
- Tends to be very open and outgoing when it comes to girls.
- Likes to pet Mr thingyens while studying in the common room.
- Avoids the library at all costs
- Struts around the castle like he owns the place
- Throws the biggest tantrums when he loses.
secrets»» occasionally has depressing moments when he feels like he isn't good enough for the ladies. can be very self concious at times
five words»»
[li] ARROGANT "Struts around like he is better than everyone else, simply because he is intelligent and has Quidditch skill."
[/li][li] INTELLIGENT "Very clever at subjects, through natural genetics and skill"
[/li][li] ATHLETIC "Very good at Quidditch and flying in general"
[/li][li] OUTGOING "Loud, obnoxious and really outgoing. Doesn't care about being embarassed."
[/li][li] ADVENTUROUS "Gets bored easily, and seeks any form of adventure"
full personality»» michael is a true ravenclaw, oozing with intellect and wit beyond that of the norm. He is generally clever due to genetics and it doesn't take a large amount of work for him to achieve highly. Michael is a high achiever however and loves to achieve greater than his peers as it gives him a sense of power over others. Michael likes his uncanny ability to be instantaneously clever without really trying.
Michael also likes to feel like he is better than everyone else because he is naturally smart and has a knack for flying and Quidditch, playing on the Ravenclaw quidditch team. Because of this, Michael walks around the castle making remarks about being better than everyone else, seeming extremely arrogant and overly confident. The truth is that deep down inside, Michael has serious self esteem issues and likes to cover it up by seeming like a prick twenty four seven.
Michael has an extremely large ego, because he has led his brain to believe he is better than everyone else, so he takes jibes about himself personally. He also hates to lose as he believes it's an attack on his well-built ego. Michael reacts badly to losing and often throughs childish tantrums that instantly repel people from approaching him. He does this, because as a child he was always given what he wanted and so throwing a tantrum would result in good things for him.
Michael is also a ladies man, or so he'd like to believe. He often places bets with his fellow Ravenclaws to see how many ladies he can get by the months end, and usually ends with interesting results. Michael gets on well with girls because he has a secret and deep sensitivity about him, especially when around his cat, Mr thingyens, who he treats like a baby. Mr thingyens gets treated like a king, and Michael adores him, but would rather keep his sensitive side a secret from the other guys, as it isn't a manly thing to do.
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i've fallen from my nest so high above
))hometown»» clapham
parents»»
- Mother - Diana Corner;; middle aged witch;; works in the Ministry of Magic in the department of Magical Transportation.
- Father - David Corner;; middle aged wizard;; fixes magical objects, so they function properly. ((magical version of a plumber/tradesman))
siblings»» none
other family»» nope
family pets»» the household cat, and parent to Mr thingyens; Kitter.
full history»» michael was born into a pureblood wizarding family in Clapham, in which they instilled strong magical values into his brain. He was an only child, and so his parents, who made more than enough money on a double salary income, gave him everything he wanted, and spoilt his rotten. This contributed to his later trait of throwing nasty tantrums in attempt to get what he wants.
Michael's mother was a very intelligent woman, and was herself in Ravenclaw, hence his natural smarts and wit. His father, a pure Gryffindor was an extreme athlete and played as beater on the Quidditch team, hence his natural ability in flying as well. His parents were also high achievers in their own fields of interest and so Michael inherited that as well, hence always pushing to get what he wants. His parents were also extremely good-looking and fortunate in the love department whilst at school, and so Michael also inherited that gene.
Michael has always been immersed in the world of magic and so his knowledge of the Muggle outside world is minimal. He also hasn't had any interaction with squibs, and so he doesn't really have an opinion on them, but seeing as Dumbledore has organised the entire operation, the Corners have no doubt but to believe that what is happening is correct. The opinion of his parents greatly influence the way Michael thinks, althought they are quite headstrong themselves. Michael only wants to impress his parents and gain their respect, because they are in his eyes totally perfect.
Michael's mother works in the Ministry of Magic and so the ideas that come home are those approved by the ministry. Diane, however believes truly in Dumbledore over the Minister and so she instills Dumbledores ideas into Michaels brain, and Michael follows because he wants to impress his parents. A lot of his insecurities come from the fact that he aspires to be his parents but hasn't actually got the full ability to do so, as he is not extremely clever or extremely athletic, simply a mixture. It is this reason that he is a little insecure about himself, and has to put up a facade.
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we were one cell in the sea in the beginning
age»» fifteen
experience»» bout half a year.
contact information»» pm
how did you find us»» already a member ^^
anything else»» i play leah as well
roleplay sample»» this one is from hogwarts extreme, another hogwarts rp thing, where i be playing blaise zabini.[/size][/ul]
Blaise flicked the black strands from his eyes once again and sighed. Either way it made no difference whether his hair was falling over his eyes or not. Thanks to his mother's uncomprising good looks and natural allure, it made no difference what Blaise did, he'd always be just that cut above the rest of the male population. It was hard to resist his dark and velvety smooth skin, almond shaped eyes, the very same colour as amber, and the dark hair that was rather ravishingly unkempt. If you'd never ever spoken to Blaise in your life, you'd fall for his uncanny good looks.
Among the many things he inherited from his mother's gene pool came the slightly distorted sense of humour. The normal things like Christmas cracker jokes didn't make him laugh, rather the suffering and humiliation of others. The two of them would laugh manically everytime a new step-father had signed over his estate only to disappear strangely a few days afterwards. His mother's little hobby had turned into quite a personal joke for the both of them, and there was no greater pleasure than watching others suffer for absolutely no reason.
It was for this reason that Blaise picked on the younger students. They hadn't really done anything to him, except exist really. It wasn't even that he liked to pick on the half-bloods and muggle borns, to be honest he didn't even care about blood type. He was probably the only Slytherin to honestly not give a damn, but if he let that be known, Draco Malfoy and the others would be done his back. Goodbye King Blaise. No, the only reason Blaise headed the Slytherin prank team was because of his dark and twisted sense of humour. Seeing defenceless twelve year olds hanging mid-air with their dirty undies on show for the world to see was beyond hilariousto Blaise. No greater joy that the utter humiliation of a total stranger.
Blaise smiled to himself. Oh what great plans he had in store for todays unlucky Charms students. All he had to do was get Snape to allow him a toilet break. It wouldn't be too hard, Snape was forever favouring the Slytherin students and would be all too happy to allow Blaise escape from the dungeons. Blaise looked expectantly at the door, where in the world was Snape? He was never late, and on the odd occasion that he had run into a disruptive student on the way to class, he'd still managed to make it to class somewhere near the five minute mark.
Blaise leaned back in his chair, and placed a hand near his throat, just under the adams apple. His throat had developed a sudden and yet thoroughly irritating itch. It felt like someone had shoved ten pinecones down his gullet and refused to let it up. He coughed, dislodging some of the discomfort slightly. Blaise looked back over to the rest of the Slytherins, a disgusted look on his face as he scowled over the pain in his throat. Veronica was speaking directly to him.
The shock spread over his face rapidly as he took in her words. His mouth hung open limply, as he tried to comprehend her words. His drink had been spiked, with some potion. What an evil conniving thing to do, especially from her, little Veronica Do-gooder. When did she have the time to plan such a thing, in between all her charity work for the young and the hopeless? Blaise stared at her, a look of incredulity on his face. No wonder why his throat was pestering him so much. He had been poisoned.
"Whitshore got some guts! Finally decided to come join the big boys. Well here's a hint, Whitshore, we don't pick on other Slytherins. You usually go for the other people" Blaise said, in a mocking fashion, his voice slow and delibrate as he gestured to Neville Longbottom sitting a few seats in front.
If he was going to be humiliated by a potion, she would have to go down with him. And face the revenge that would come with it.
Among the many things he inherited from his mother's gene pool came the slightly distorted sense of humour. The normal things like Christmas cracker jokes didn't make him laugh, rather the suffering and humiliation of others. The two of them would laugh manically everytime a new step-father had signed over his estate only to disappear strangely a few days afterwards. His mother's little hobby had turned into quite a personal joke for the both of them, and there was no greater pleasure than watching others suffer for absolutely no reason.
It was for this reason that Blaise picked on the younger students. They hadn't really done anything to him, except exist really. It wasn't even that he liked to pick on the half-bloods and muggle borns, to be honest he didn't even care about blood type. He was probably the only Slytherin to honestly not give a damn, but if he let that be known, Draco Malfoy and the others would be done his back. Goodbye King Blaise. No, the only reason Blaise headed the Slytherin prank team was because of his dark and twisted sense of humour. Seeing defenceless twelve year olds hanging mid-air with their dirty undies on show for the world to see was beyond hilariousto Blaise. No greater joy that the utter humiliation of a total stranger.
Blaise smiled to himself. Oh what great plans he had in store for todays unlucky Charms students. All he had to do was get Snape to allow him a toilet break. It wouldn't be too hard, Snape was forever favouring the Slytherin students and would be all too happy to allow Blaise escape from the dungeons. Blaise looked expectantly at the door, where in the world was Snape? He was never late, and on the odd occasion that he had run into a disruptive student on the way to class, he'd still managed to make it to class somewhere near the five minute mark.
Blaise leaned back in his chair, and placed a hand near his throat, just under the adams apple. His throat had developed a sudden and yet thoroughly irritating itch. It felt like someone had shoved ten pinecones down his gullet and refused to let it up. He coughed, dislodging some of the discomfort slightly. Blaise looked back over to the rest of the Slytherins, a disgusted look on his face as he scowled over the pain in his throat. Veronica was speaking directly to him.
The shock spread over his face rapidly as he took in her words. His mouth hung open limply, as he tried to comprehend her words. His drink had been spiked, with some potion. What an evil conniving thing to do, especially from her, little Veronica Do-gooder. When did she have the time to plan such a thing, in between all her charity work for the young and the hopeless? Blaise stared at her, a look of incredulity on his face. No wonder why his throat was pestering him so much. He had been poisoned.
"Whitshore got some guts! Finally decided to come join the big boys. Well here's a hint, Whitshore, we don't pick on other Slytherins. You usually go for the other people" Blaise said, in a mocking fashion, his voice slow and delibrate as he gestured to Neville Longbottom sitting a few seats in front.
If he was going to be humiliated by a potion, she would have to go down with him. And face the revenge that would come with it.
